Lion Head Mesa Time

Ibrahim pauses in the smushing of the princess to answer her. Taliba's brow furrowed, her mind making her own connection. Neith? Like teeths! Oh but the girl turns to her! Yes, a girl! Taliba still couldn't believe it. Name?

Taliba The ogre girl first exaggerates the syllables then repeats it normally. It was how she learned her own name after all. Neith wasted no time involving her in play. The princess was a tail chaser! Taliba spun around on the stone floor, chasing after the princess. Her mouth snapping the air after the girl's dark tipped tail.

Of course they couldn't just play with the new girl. Two strange adults arrived with an entourage. Everything changed at their presence, with their father demanding them to stop. Did he not say they could play? The girl frowned before looking quizzically at the newcomers. Clearly, they were the reason why they weren't allowed to have fun. The girl just couldn't understand why.

Watch and follow as I do.

Taliba watched him attentively. The following does not come so easily for the girl. Not when Ibrahim is so wrong about what their father was doing. Wasn't it obvious?

Noo! Talibe was quick to correct her oh-so-wrong brother. His nose itches! Why else would he be rubbing his face on the floor? She half mimicked her father. Her head lowering except her wrist lifted to run across her muzzle. Proud of her deduction, Taliba shot back to full height only to crawl beneath her father. Her tongue covering her father's face in puppy kisses to chase the itch away.